Long 2016 Poems
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Through the keyhole darkly,
he could now remember his name
Through the keyhole darkly,
his medicine kicked in once again
Through the keyhole darkly,
he knew his daughter by her face
Through the keyhole darkly,
he was now back home in his space
Through the keyhole darkly,
his dog was closely by his side
Through the keyhole darkly,
his eyes though saddened, opened wide
Through the keyhole darkly,
her voice unwrapped a precious gift
Through the keyhole darkly
a love once anchored, set adrift
Through the keyhole darkly,
he felt the light begin to dim
Through the keyhole darkly
his markers fade, his reference thin
Through the keyhole darkly
the killer thief arrives once more
Through the keyhole darkly
all loss of self—a closing door
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)
Work in a way where tact frames truth,
Invoke deep code with honest means;
Treat with firm say bright steady proof,
Taste knows a mode that claims clear win;
Yield to the feel of happy stance.
Indulge pure heart where soul knows best,
Notice how will can embrace chance;
Traverse fond art with profound zest,
Exploit the way where sense makes sense;
Give peace wise fest to bless and bloom,
Rise thus each day to seed grand tense;
Impact bold jest to purge all gloom,
Tell with bold dare calm mystic flair,
Yes let love bare wise happy airs.
Leon Enriquez
11 March 2016
Singapore
Atheists open letter to God
Dear God
I don't know how to begin...let's see
how are you today? (no he doesn't exist...oh yeah)
I am writing you today...to clarify a few things!
First of all, the fact that I am writing you this letter,
does not in any way shape or form indicate, confirm,
affirm, or testify, or give testimony, or bear witness
to a belief or conviction that you exist, in any form whatsoever!!!
Speaking about your existence...I have denied your existence
and I wanted to know why you have not accepted my denial!
Don't you understand that my denial of you, (now as a consequence
of aforementioned denial) you are hereby obligated to not exist.
My detailed analysis of facts as I understand them lead me to conclude that there is no Creator, no Intelligent Designer, and also I concur, believe, am convinced, have the conviction, that we(humans) are the product of evolution and random selection, after the big bang event.
So in conclusion, I would like to ratify my belief that you do not exist, I concur, and agree, and am bound by this letter witnessed by me, stating categorically, unequivocally, that you do not exist.
Please refrain from indicating, manifesting, proving, supporting, in any way that you exist. Please respect my declaration of your non- existence and comply forthwith.
Not yours, not so sincerely,
An unbeliever
P.S If by any chance I am wrong...please disregard the aforementioned letter
with my most sincere and humble apologies.
John Derek Hamilton
July 20,2016
My paramour, try to understand me now.
You knew the shape of my heart in the course of our budding affair.
At the start, my face was not disfigured with dissimulation, and my mien has always been upright.
For, I am perplexed in the nature of monogamy.
You can not imprison my cripple heart.
There are no gentle terms of endearment that can cure me.
You stand before me with peeling eyes trying to reach the core of me.
Trying to understand me with all your weakness of a man from Mars.
My paramour, try to understand me now.
Although, I was jocund in all our congenial coitus and oftentimes you sent me flying.
My heart remains impervious.
My paramour, try to understand me now.
You are a virtuous man, soulful, cultured, and refine.
You are ambrosial for any woman.
Melt away my paramour from devotion, and make no more grievance pleas of the subject of our ephemeral romance for you see you are the conqueror of this affair.
Be in time with the fact that this is but a small breach, to your heart and ego.
(sigh)
As for me, I will fall back into a spiral of ephemeral love affairs.
copyright 2016 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake.
Sandro
Mastering his skill of painting, diligent to detail, color, and Frescos (Sistine Chapel)
Born in Florence, Italy, apprenticed as a goldsmith, then later with a master painter
By 1472, he had his own workshop where he created most of his works
Painting his Early Renaissance and Gothic Realism art plus doing church Frescos
He feared marriage saying it gave him nightmares, so he never married or had children
However he did love a married noblewoman and asked to be buried at her feet and was
In his later life, he was accused of "keeping a boy" but he was dismissed of charges
Yet he died in disgrace. His art remains in churches and galleries forever beloved
Botticelli
________________________
April 3, 2016
Poetry/Bio/Sandro Botticello
Copyright Protected, ID 16-774-483-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
(Real name - Alessandro di Mariano Filipepe)
I have always been a dreamer of dreams, a daydreamer-
and I found out at a very early age that I was a storyteller,
yes, I soon became a word painter and I like this poetic dance;
I became a verse maker and a writer of my soul.
I have always shared my innermost feelings and sorrows-
born with the soul of a poet, a writer of poetry my calling,
sometimes I fall into darkness and will take you with me,
into creepy cemeteries and death I often dwell.
Poetry is everything to me, it is my art, my way of creating-
from a bleeding pen, I give you my soul here and there.
_________________________
October 23, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Poetic Rapture
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 841-762-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, What Does Poetry Mean To You?
sponsor, Alexis Y
First Place
Dear Summer’s done and early.
As autumn breeze is coming,
its breath of coolness brushes on the cheek.
Our friend, the sun, is hiding,
and rain outside is strumming
a lullaby that leaves us feeling bleak.
Though charming be fall season,
the dark is sooner crawling.
Jack Frost arrives to help the days grow cold.
And then one crystal morning,
the snow flakes will be falling,
and vanished be all trace of days of gold.
The autumn breeze turns into
a blizzard we’ll be hating.
Too frigid is the air for us to take.
But kids will brave the weather,
don mittens, and go skating
with merriment upon the frozen lake.
Written Aug. 26, 2016 for the contest of Shadow Hamilton:
As Autumn's Breeze (made up rhyme scheme: abcdbc)
ANIMUS
A woman can more or less possess
animus simultaneous with female criteria
strongly revealed in character of Cleopatra
the world famous black beauty empress.
Genuine feminine in love and romance
with masculine firmness as politician and ruler,
great personality of astonishing administrator
used animus in her each performance.
One of my aunts showed the guts to stay unmarried
with vigorous youth in mid twentieth century
and little education, jobless, yet in glory
the position of head of the family is always carried.
She reared up younger siblings with care to protect,
playing the role of parent as her parents passed away.
A dutiful father and caring mother followed on way.
Single woman with high animus drew due respect.
With extra maternal instinct I showered ceaseless affection
to my children always considering as priority
with strict discipline and principle in family
as I learnt from my father’s strong administration.
A man needs anima for love and care to be shown
to realize moral values of life in sacrifice.
A woman with animus is elegant and nice
with aggressive amazing personality to own
Rhyme scheme abba cddc effe ghhg ijji kllk
08/06/2016
Anima-Animus Contest Part II
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Gratitude in life is an important feeling to have -
Recalling grief and pain is negative, I know this
and everyday I find myself chained to the past again, but
tomorrow can be the first day of my life
if that is what I want -
Tomorrow is full of amazing new adventures,
unless with sorrow I wish to dwell forever.
Days are tick ticking away in this girl's life, so I must, must
embrace each moment and be thankful for each new day.
_________________________
December 31, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/GRATITUDE
Copyright Protected, ID 12-862-345-31
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
Embrace the way with lines that flow,
X-pound fond feel as ideas fling;
Touch with verse play word streams that glow,
Rise to the thrill of voice that sings;
Align the heart with craft of voice.
Fashion the urge in sonic pitch,
Indulge fine art as word stance poise;
Note that sure surge as vibes now reach,
Etch in brisk strokes the tale you tell;
Swirl in a dash beyond word trance,
Sense fancy yoke as strain cast spell;
Emerge from clash where feelings dance.
Blossoms of light sparkle in time,
Echoes take flight in rites and chimes.
Leon Enriquez
27 January 2016
Singapore